Daily Poem: Bread ~ Steve Klepetar

December 12, 2018 | Filed Under Poem for Hela | No Comments

Bread
~ Steve Klepetar

My grandfather tore his bread,
sloshed it around brown gravy,
bent over his plate,

but my grandmother buttered hers
with light, demure dabs,

and If I could find their graves,
I’d pour out red libations, feel
their bodies buried deep in mine.

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Daily Poem: Portrait ~ Sean Lyon

December 10, 2018 | Filed Under Poem for Hela | No Comments

Portrait
~ Sean Lyon

Flour floats to rest
on the pizza shop owner’s
black orthopedic
boots as he catches spinning dough
with all the gravitas
of receiving
his dead mother’s
fine wedding china
falling from the sky in busted
parachutes, plate after
plate after plate.

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Daily Poem: While She’s Tending Bar ~ James A. Clark

December 7, 2018 | Filed Under Poem for Hela | No Comments

While She’s Tending Bar
~ James A. Clark

Bono comes through the speakers
singing about mysterious ways
as she mixes her many potions
with careless liquid grace,
and I think she’s perfect—
until I catch her from the corner
of my eye, sweet-talking some suit,
putting on a phony Southern Belle,
bird-dogging the tip jar,
and then I know for sure.

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Daily Poem: Past Tense ~ Laura Winkelspecht

December 6, 2018 | Filed Under Poem for Hela | No Comments

Past Tense
~ Laura Winkelspecht

I still find myself talking
about you in present tense
like you’re still here
to add tales to our story,
but our verbs occupy
the past now,
a dying language
where I am the last
fluent speaker
longing for just one more
conversation.

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Daily Poem: My worries are pink gerbera daisies ~ Marga Fripp

December 5, 2018 | Filed Under Poem for Hela | No Comments

My worries are pink gerbera daisies
~ Marga Fripp

My heart,
your worries are
pink gerbera daisies —
large blooms, bold
and long-lasting,
flawless in form,
seed-bearing bright eyes
in the center,
nightless silhouettes
holding on
to the darkness within.

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